_Irish._ Boo! boo, boo, boo, boo, hoo, hoo! hell indeed! say’st thou mee deer joy! be mee shoul, and bee chreest and St. _Patrick_, ee was think that hee that was in the highway to hell, cou’d not miss St. _Patrick_’s purgatory, since there is but a wall betwixt them. _Porter_. Ouns, stand back, or I’ll send you back to the _Boyne_, ye impudent pultroons you. _Irish._ Boo, hoo, ooo: bless the sweet faash of thee indeed, poor _Teague_ will have patience ’till his good grace will let him in indeed. [_A noise without._ _Lucif._ What noise is that without? _Porter._ Here is a troop of _Scots_ that swear and stare to get in, and beg they may but skulk into some cold corner of hell, (which they wou’d not know from their own country above) with their _Ganymedes_, from the fury of their wives, whom they hear are just following them at their heels. And then here is some thousands more from _Asia_, _Africa_, and _America_, push’d on with the same fear: but I’ll keep them here in the _Lobby_, ’till your infernal majesty is more at leisure. _Lucif._ Do so,--for the horrid nauseousness of these sots have almost put me into a fit of vomiting and looseness. And now, my lords and gentlemen, that have given your attendance at this court, you may depart ’till farther orders; but tendering my health, both for your sakes and my own, I shall confer the office of my deputy on our right reverend and well-belov’d cousin _Belzebub_, prince of the _Flies_; for I am unable to undergo this fatigue any more. _Belzebub._ I humbly beg your majesty wou’d excuse my age, and give me my _quietus_. Here is prince _Satan_, an able and active devil, and worthy your choice. _Satan._ Good prince _Belzebub_, you might have spar’d your good word; for I shall beg to be excus’d, if my former services may be respected; for I had enough of mankind when I tempted _Eve_, she foil’d me so at my own weapon; therefore I hope your majesty will confer that troublesome employment on some devil of less quality than myself.